Well as i said... I am not really looking for any advice but i need to get it out of my chest because it is eating me from inside and sometimes i cannot handle it, Its really fucking hard to pretend that i don't are.

There is a person, a woman about my age... I guess she could be described as my closest friend now...I love her too much and she knows because we dated for a while. That woman lives miles away from me now left the country before i did to go to Europe and then i left to come here to Colombia... i guess i knew it was over but she had an easier time getting over it than i did.

Last January we met back in Caracas mostly by coincidence, we decided to spend a while together and that's when she told me she was going to get married... no date, to none other to a friend of us... someone i used to trust with my heart, after swallowing my pride i gently asked her not to send me an invitation and we continued with our evening... it hurt her to know how i felt but she is still happy with him, he is older, already graduated with a stable job and i hate him but i cannot bring myself to hate her and i am a complete idiot and all i want is to see a big smile on her face even if that means i have to suffer watching her with that bastard.

And i endure that and paint a smile on my face just so she doesn't worry, so she doesn't feel bad about me at all because that smile is worth soo much for me. and i am trying

I am tryingreallyfuckinghard. To get over her. To forget her. Not think about her.And some days i think i achieved it and i feel great but then in one moment it all comes back and its all why i am always so grumpy and always so bitter and so ANGRY because if i knew i had to let go and i didn't! and even if at least they would have told me before i could have had a much easier time accepting it but NO I FELT LIKE I WAS FUCKING BETRAYED as if someone stuck one knife on my back and another one on my chest, and i smile and ignore it all and just act as if my life was fucking perfect...

And many of you will probably think that its foolish of me to think that way, that i shoul forget her and that she is a bitch and all that... but i simply cannot bring myself to hate her. i tried...

Sometimes i do seem to genuinely forget about everything and those are the days when i am in a better mood and it can last for days, weeks even... but it comes back to haunt me from time to time... and it makes me angry... angrier than i am already.

And well... that is all, I guess i just had to get it out of my sistem even if just to a bunch of people on the internet... So i am actually thankfull that Stuff came up with this idea... I trully am... so.

"Suddenly Frodo noticed that a strange-looking weather-beaten man, sitting in the shadows near the wall, was also listening intently to the hobbit-talk. He had a tall tankard in front of him, and was smoking a long-stemmed pipe curiously carved. His legs were stretched out before him, showing high boots of supple leather that fitted him well, but had seen much wear and were now caked with mud. A travel-stained cloak of heavy dark-green cloth was drawn close about him, and in spite of the heat of the room he wore a hood that overshadowed his face; but the gleam of his eyes could be seen as he watched the hobbits."

So, I feel like, quite soon, I'm going to end up in a relationship with this girl I've been chatting with. We work together and there's quite a bit of flirting going on, we have things in common, and we stay up wicked late texting and just talking about dumb stuff. And, for a lot of people, this wouldn't be a problem, but for me...

Okay, I went through a rather large break-up almost two years ago now. It really sucked and ever since then my relationships have only lasted, like, a week tops. After noticing that, I lost interest in relationships in general and I started becoming a social recluse, only talking to people online.

But now I'm genuinely interested in this girl and I don't want it to end up like all the other relationships I've had and I'm not even sure if this is a thing I should pursue or not. :I

I am thou... Thou art I... From the sea of thy soul, I come...Soulchild: u thnk evry thng stupid.DaCrum: Warbear, why did you suddenly become pretty cool? Stop it.BR:love is just a boner everyone is looking to fart on warbearSnafu Mods Suck 2k14(except for me #yoloswag)

"Suddenly Frodo noticed that a strange-looking weather-beaten man, sitting in the shadows near the wall, was also listening intently to the hobbit-talk. He had a tall tankard in front of him, and was smoking a long-stemmed pipe curiously carved. His legs were stretched out before him, showing high boots of supple leather that fitted him well, but had seen much wear and were now caked with mud. A travel-stained cloak of heavy dark-green cloth was drawn close about him, and in spite of the heat of the room he wore a hood that overshadowed his face; but the gleam of his eyes could be seen as he watched the hobbits."

I feel like it's never something you can be entirely sure on, but I'm pretty sure that the feeling is mutual.

I am thou... Thou art I... From the sea of thy soul, I come...Soulchild: u thnk evry thng stupid.DaCrum: Warbear, why did you suddenly become pretty cool? Stop it.BR:love is just a boner everyone is looking to fart on warbearSnafu Mods Suck 2k14(except for me #yoloswag)

There is the fact you work together though, that's a bit of a bad situation

"Suddenly Frodo noticed that a strange-looking weather-beaten man, sitting in the shadows near the wall, was also listening intently to the hobbit-talk. He had a tall tankard in front of him, and was smoking a long-stemmed pipe curiously carved. His legs were stretched out before him, showing high boots of supple leather that fitted him well, but had seen much wear and were now caked with mud. A travel-stained cloak of heavy dark-green cloth was drawn close about him, and in spite of the heat of the room he wore a hood that overshadowed his face; but the gleam of his eyes could be seen as he watched the hobbits."

I am thou... Thou art I... From the sea of thy soul, I come...Soulchild: u thnk evry thng stupid.DaCrum: Warbear, why did you suddenly become pretty cool? Stop it.BR:love is just a boner everyone is looking to fart on warbearSnafu Mods Suck 2k14(except for me #yoloswag)

Nah, I'm just thinking in terms of it it doesn't wind up working out, that could suck pretty bad.

"Suddenly Frodo noticed that a strange-looking weather-beaten man, sitting in the shadows near the wall, was also listening intently to the hobbit-talk. He had a tall tankard in front of him, and was smoking a long-stemmed pipe curiously carved. His legs were stretched out before him, showing high boots of supple leather that fitted him well, but had seen much wear and were now caked with mud. A travel-stained cloak of heavy dark-green cloth was drawn close about him, and in spite of the heat of the room he wore a hood that overshadowed his face; but the gleam of his eyes could be seen as he watched the hobbits."

I am thou... Thou art I... From the sea of thy soul, I come...Soulchild: u thnk evry thng stupid.DaCrum: Warbear, why did you suddenly become pretty cool? Stop it.BR:love is just a boner everyone is looking to fart on warbearSnafu Mods Suck 2k14(except for me #yoloswag)

"Suddenly Frodo noticed that a strange-looking weather-beaten man, sitting in the shadows near the wall, was also listening intently to the hobbit-talk. He had a tall tankard in front of him, and was smoking a long-stemmed pipe curiously carved. His legs were stretched out before him, showing high boots of supple leather that fitted him well, but had seen much wear and were now caked with mud. A travel-stained cloak of heavy dark-green cloth was drawn close about him, and in spite of the heat of the room he wore a hood that overshadowed his face; but the gleam of his eyes could be seen as he watched the hobbits."

"Suddenly Frodo noticed that a strange-looking weather-beaten man, sitting in the shadows near the wall, was also listening intently to the hobbit-talk. He had a tall tankard in front of him, and was smoking a long-stemmed pipe curiously carved. His legs were stretched out before him, showing high boots of supple leather that fitted him well, but had seen much wear and were now caked with mud. A travel-stained cloak of heavy dark-green cloth was drawn close about him, and in spite of the heat of the room he wore a hood that overshadowed his face; but the gleam of his eyes could be seen as he watched the hobbits."

So I have this issue about too many ladies in my life. There's this country lass, a young petite Japanese girl, and a black/Native American chick, and they all want to jump my bones. There's been a lot of "I want you to fuck me" texts...

Problem is: Girl A is desperate, clingy and I can hardly understand her through her super thick southern accent if I'm not talking to her in person, girl B is currently jail bait for another year, and is even clingier, and girl C... Well actually, there's nothing wrong there. She just lives a bit far away. They're all focused on having a relationship, so being friends with benefits is kind of out the window (except for B... I'm not going there...). Most likely I'll lose two of them as friends because of this. Telling them "I just want to be friends" I think will kill it. I like them all, but it's hard to choose... A I feel for because she's had it hard and I think wants someone to understand her (She invests a lot of time on me). B is... well, she's like my fantasy girl, but too damn young. and she's teaching me Japanese. And C is wonderful and normal. I could have a really good relationship with her. And talking to her grandma is like walking into Louisiana. What a fun accent... Still, letting two of these girls go seems like an inevitability. On top of it all, my ex from last year has started messaging me again about "missing me". And I'm all, "Fuck."

All of a sudden the black/native girl is teaching you Japanese and the petite Japanese girls has a grandma with a thick southern accent.

It's weird that southern girl's accent would come out in text

"Suddenly Frodo noticed that a strange-looking weather-beaten man, sitting in the shadows near the wall, was also listening intently to the hobbit-talk. He had a tall tankard in front of him, and was smoking a long-stemmed pipe curiously carved. His legs were stretched out before him, showing high boots of supple leather that fitted him well, but had seen much wear and were now caked with mud. A travel-stained cloak of heavy dark-green cloth was drawn close about him, and in spite of the heat of the room he wore a hood that overshadowed his face; but the gleam of his eyes could be seen as he watched the hobbits."